I took the remote and started watching one movie after another, boring shows and more boring ones, and now it's time to go to work and this time I think it's the first time I'll go to work early, I took my phone from the charger and a cheese sandwich, I know I won't eat it but I'm used to taking something with me, and headed to the club, same music and same familiar faces, the smell of smoke mixed with the cheap scents that girls buy from the shops next to the club in order to bring a fox to hunt with her scent... Kimmy: Are you Yasser? - No, just a lookalike
Kimmy: Really, Yasser can't come to work at this time
- You know it's just the long road that always delays me
Kimmy: Never mind, I can't stand this work either but it's not up to me to choose, none of us choose our fate
- I agree, we are just human beings who are controlled and nothing more
Kimmy: Okay, now take this bottle to Martin, I think he's not well
She took the bottle of wine and headed to Martin's table, it's not a small bottle but a liter bottle or more, but it's Martin, Martin lives in the house opposite Kimmy's house, everyone in the club knows Martin, a man in his fifties, all he wants is to fix his relationship with his wife, more than twenty years of marriage and more than twenty betrayals committed by Martin's wife, he really loves her but she certainly doesn't, fate also plays against Martin.
I put the bottle on the table, but Martin's mind had traveled to another world, absent-minded, I had been through something similar, I loved too, and I don't blame the one I loved, I might have been the rotten side of that relationship, but there was no room for a second chance, after our first quarrel, she had met another young man, but what I was certain of in that relationship was my feelings for that girl, I loved her, I think I was the only one in the club who felt Martin's sadness, love is not only a source of happiness but also a source of sadness and misery more. Bottles after bottles, and bodies on the tables had reached the sugar station, fights and dancing... everything that was rejected gathered in this club, and now my work time was over. As usual, Kimi and I headed to take her home. I don't know, but I feel like I'm responsible for protecting her. Saqil invades the narrow neighborhoods and many homeless people are sleeping on the outskirts of the neighborhood. All you see in front of you is darkness. You don't see anything unless you get closer. There were only a few meters left to reach Kimi's house, I don't know but I feel distant steps, but their sound is annoying inside my head, steps approaching me, I think it's just a hallucination due to insomnia but the sound of the steps is getting closer and closer until those steps became like my heartbeats, I feel them inside me, I turned my face to see if there was anyone behind us, to see a knife pointed at my face, I heard Kimi screaming, all that went through my mind was for Kimi to run away and I would stay here to protect her, but it wasn't just one person but three people, a man of a mysterious nature holding Kimi, his features didn't seem to be anything, and a person standing next to me, from his features he seemed terrified as if it was his first experience in the field of theft, as for the owner of the knife, he was familiar, I don't know how I know him from but the features of his face are running through my mind, and from his actions it seems that he is the one who gives orders to his friends.
Thief: All you have to do is empty your pockets and no one will get hurt
- Thirty euros is all I earn, just for the taxi
Thief: We'll see
He nodded to his friends and they started searching my clothes and Kimmy's clothes, all I was afraid of was that Kimmy would get hurt, but as for me I was never afraid of them, I don't know if I really should be afraid in such situations, but I don't feel anything and it's as if I'm empty inside.
He took the thirty euros I had with me and Kimmy's phone, but from their looks I don't think that's all they want.
Thief: I think you're a good person, you didn't lie, all you have is thirty euros
- Can we go now
Thief: Yes, you're going, but as for the girl, we want to host her tonight
He let out a laugh that shook the night sky, I was really afraid that Kimmy would get hurt, but now I have no choice but to fight.
I took advantage of the opportunity as he laughed, to strike him in the neck, the knife fell from his hand, it was truly an indescribable feeling as he knelt on his knees and held it by the neck, I felt footsteps coming behind me, it was the mysterious-looking man, he struck me under the chin but it wasn't enough to make me lose consciousness, he struck me again but I grabbed his arm and broke it, I don't know what was happening but the sound of bones breaking was more beautiful than a thousand Mozart symphonies, he fell to the ground and his screams echoed throughout the neighborhood, I went to him and started striking him with one punch after another, until I felt their terrified friend approaching, I turned my face, but I was a little late, all I remember was the sound of a wine bottle shattering over my head, I touched my head to see what happened my whole hand was covered in blood, I don't know what was happening inside me but I feel as if a part of me wants to see blood, wants to taste it, the smell of blood was better than the smell of food, the first time after I arrived in France I have never felt so happy, adrenaline is rushing inside me and all I want is a barrel of blood to swim and drink, I don't know where this feeling comes from, the voices mixed inside my head while I was on the ground, I hear Kimi talking and I hear the sound of the police car approaching, I close my eyes and open them, and all I saw were the thieves running away, everything was blurry, I close my eyes for the last time.
My head hurts, and my vision is starting to clear up a little, where am I? What happened? A wall covered with paintings by Joseph Molineux, a closet full of books, the smell of delicious coffee, and the sound of the series Les Shadoks coming from an adjacent room, the door opened and Kimmy entered
Kimmy: The superhero has woken up
- What happened?
Kimmy: I got hit by the thief with a bottle of red wine
- No. I mean after I lost consciousness
Kimmy: I heard the police coming, the thieves ran away, but luckily Martin was coming home, he's the one who helped me carry you to my house, I cleaned the wounds and prepared this room for you to rest a little
- But he was drunk, did he manage to carry me?
Kimi: At least he didn't get a bottle behind his head hahaha
- Hahaha funny
Kimi: I'm kidding, I fought three people, while you could have gone, I owe you
- No, I think anyone in my place would have acted the same
Kimi: No, not everyone is like you, never mind, do you want some soup?
- I just want some coffee, it smells good
- Kimi: Okay, I'll get it right away
- Kimi what time is it now?
Kimi: It's one in the afternoon, I was in a little coma from the hit
- Okay,
She started staring at me, not like usual
- Did you like the hit on my head?
Kimi: No, but your face has become thin and whiter than usual, even your mouth has become small, your fangs have protruded a little from it.
- No. We meet at the club a lot and the club is covered in smoke so you haven't seen my face clearly yet
Kimi: I think so, anyway I'll bring coffee and we'll continue talking
The coffee was the most delicious coffee I've ever tasted, Kimi and I talked about a lot of topics, really Kimi is not an ordinary girl, Kimi is the girl that anyone dreams of, I feel like she is the vaccine for this suffering that I'm going through, Kimi is the only shining sun in this dark land.
Evening came and the sun began to set, but we couldn't intrude on Kimi any longer. I told her I was fine and I was going home. She objected, but I insisted on going. I thanked her for helping me, and headed home. All that was on my mind was what had happened, the sound of footsteps I heard from afar, and my feeling of happiness when I saw the blood. Should I describe it as happiness or that I was thirsty for blood? A voice inside my head was urging me to taste it, and the smell of blood that was similar to the smell of Flowerbomb perfume. I don't know what was happening, but I would give everything I had to smell that scent again. Am I really Yasser? Am I human or not? Many questions occupied my mind, but there was no answer that could put my mind at ease.